Time is measured for most by the events that are both constant and special. "How many Christmas's ago was that?" It should be no different for Halflings.
Save/Help the Halflings! They offer rewards. Material and otherwise.
From beyond through veils sublime
Pass ghostly, o umbral shine
Illuminate in shadow, fade colors, so fallow
Dark dreaming does bidding thine
A table of possible backgrounds, qualities, or features of a fantasy town or city. A world building tool for getting attention to the details.
Tales grow in the telling and heroes grow in stature, even the tiniest can stand tall among their own.
Treasured texts of the infamous Doctor Alcomb.
It is unwise to speak the name of the Great Demon of the Ocean if you are close enough to the sea to smell the salt in the air. It is inviting disaster to speak it’s name when you are on the ocean itself.
Never judge a man until you’ve walked a mile in his shoes.
A type of silk woven from tree saps
Deep in the rugged Thunderhead mountain range lies the valley of Akelor, once a paradise, now a battleground where reality itself struggles to contain an alien, evil infestation
An adventure, Sourcebook and Monster Compendium set in the Locastus universe
Food of the gods.
A dangerous romp across the Soviet Union in a race to rescue the eccentric Dr. Pegasus before he can complete his secret design.
Ruminations on the role of Magic and Food.
Most know the love that goblins have for mushrooms. Few know the lengths they will go to obtain their delicacy.
Thaumatechnology - in a world where straight magic has an unnerving tendency to get the user killed, either by magical catastrophe or by being lynched by an upset mob, this is a much safer form of magical use… Even if it does occasionally explode.
101 plug and play communities in 10 sub-categories
The slums of Locastus
As if there was not enough siliness around…
A simple mission for a Dragon, but of course, nothing is ever simple with Dragons.
"The Tower of Ill Omen!" the old gypsy gasped as she glimpsed the shattered structure at the mountain’s peak.
The party comes across a nice hermit in the woods. He gives them food and lodging for the night. They awaken to his terrified screams. "East! It's east! Stop it! It'll kill us all!" The poor horror-stricken hermit dies thrashing in agony, one boney arm outstretched, his finger pointing to the east.